Stress

Like an ant nibbling a cookie,
Stress slowly eats him away,
Can't eat or sleep or even think,
It gets worse every single day,
The mind numbing 26 symbols,
Cemented deep within his head,
His eyelids so very tired,
He's sure they're made of lead,
Arms aching along with legs and back,
He lets out a long weary sigh,
He wishes he could just relax,
And float up to sleep in the sky.